What doesn't kill you
Just delays the inevitable
We are all dying
Only the rate of decay changes
Since we all share the same destined end
Of stillness and dust
We should try to live every day
Like it is our last
– SR Romney 2025
Archive for the ‘Death’ Tag
Inevitable (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #13) Leave a comment
Color (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #9) Leave a comment
While I watch, the world is burning.
I am filled with craving, yearning,
For a respite where I can just be me.
No, I did not choose to be this;
This shade of paint on the canvas.
So why can't you just let my color be?
Whitewash away the different,
Destroy what you call aberrant,
Erase the colors you don't wish to see.
If you crave only monochrome
Then march me to my catacomb.
At least, in death, I'll finally be free.
– SR Romney 2025
Courting Death (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #2) Leave a comment
I am courting Death
With a bouquet of flowers
Vibrant and vivid
I'm not sure when we will meet
I hope he enjoys the gift
– SR Romney 2025
Survivor’s Lament (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #12) Leave a comment
In the mirror, all I see
A ghastly shade stares back at me
Haunted eyes, of hate and scorn
In their depths a love forlorn
Ghosts of memories come again
Where once was joy, now only pain
Years of torture, cries I've wailed
Grim reminders of those I've failed
Demons in bottles and needle points
Try as I may, it all disappoints
Through all my lies, I know you're gone
Unjust as it is, I still live on
– Shaman Romney 2021
Let’s Die Together, Shall We? (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #7) Leave a comment
Suicidal thoughts ought to be shared with those closest to you.
It is what Romeo and Juliet taught us all to do.
They were a comedy of errors, a tragedy of youth.
Let’s die together, shall we?Where I have gotten older, both much meeker and much bolder;
Although I could continue to shoulder this burden with you,
This boulder is too heavy, and I am not getting stronger.
So let’s just give in, shall we?Those who surround us, who don’t understand, would call it a waste.
Haven’t we had enough of life to know it isn’t for us?
We will never aquire from life our life’s aquired taste.
So let’s spit it out, shall we?For it isn’t real true love if I only give you my life
And so I pledge my existence, my story’s ending, to you.
With this final act our love springs eternal for all to view.
Let’s die together, shall we?
– Shaman Romney 2019
Dead Bird 1 comment
I walked down the street and cried
As I passed her grave
Unmarked, rotten, and ant riddled.
Her life cut short, her wings clipped
She learned to fly. Learned to fall.
A life without purpose,
At least the one she wanted.
Now she feeds the ants instead.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 